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THE SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C- FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1939
Nation’s Best Trotting Horses
Again Meet at Historic Goshen
Since before the Revolution, Goshen, N. Y., has
been the cradle of American harness horse racing.
Hambletonian 10, lineal grandfather of the trotting
strain, ran over Historic track about 1850 and today
Goshen boasts a second track. Good Time. Here,
on August 9, is being run the thirteenth annual
Hambletonian classic, a memorial to the breed's
progenitor. Above: A typical racing day scene
at Good Time park Below: Lu Princeton, de
scendant of Hambletonian 10, bows at his grave.
A familiar sight along the shaded streets of Goshen are the trottin r
horses on their way to one of the two tracks for daily workouts. The
monument in the background is to the memory of Henry tfisner,
member of the first and second continental congress. Although the
community of 2,900 souls now rests almost under the shadow of metro
politan New York City, its unspoiled charms still thrill lovers of this
distinctly American sport. Each year’s Grand Circuit season and other
races bring them flocf/cing even as England’s famous Derby brings turf
enthusiasts to hallowed Epsom Downs.
ADVENTURERS* CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“Another Molly Pitcher
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H ello, everybody:
Today’s soul-stirring tale of a brave little mother who was
deathly afraid of guns, but afraid of nothing at all when corpora
tion hirelings tried to grab a piece of her home, is the Battle of
Monmouth all over again.
You remember, or do you, how in that important engagement
at Freehold, N. J., away back on June 28, 1778, Molly Pitcher took
the place of her husband, John C. Hays, an artilleryman, after he
was wounded, and served his gun, thus preventing its capture by
the British. That’s a yarn that every red-blooded American gets
a kick out of every time he reads it!
It is mighty comforting, I want to tell you, to know there are
Molly Pitchers in every generation, stepping forward fearlessly
to take the places of their men when necessary. Just such a
woman is today’s distinguished adventurer.
Meet Mrs. John Doolin, of Lemont, 111., who did a good job
at writing her story, one that makes you feel all warm and
proud of our womanhood. They call women the weaker sex.
O yeah? Just put their backs to the wall. If you want the
proof, read how Mrs. Doolin, single-handed, whipped a rather high
handed corporation that seemed to be trying to put over a fast one.
Not long after a railroad came through the village of Lemont,
where the Doolins had their home, there were a number of acci
dents on a sharp curve close to the Doolin property. The com
pany wanted to straighten the line by putting it across the
Doolin yard. Surveyors staked out the new right of way; workers
appeared and began digging. John Doolin ordered them off.
Then he took the first train to Chicago and there consulted his
good friend, Attorney Alexander Sullivan.
Actions of Company Held Illegal by Attorney.
Mr. Sullivan told him the company had no right to put its line on
Doolin property without permission. But, he continued (and here’s the
catch), if the company succeeded in erecting the poles and stringing
Above: An enthusiastic am
ateur driver is Mrs. E. Roland
Harriman, whose husband is
president of the Grand Circuit
and owner of Historic track.
Driving Calumet Eric, she is
shown here trying out a style
of sulky popular before 1892.
the year in which the modern,
small-wheeled bike sulky was
first used. The new type of
sulky, much faster and more
sturdily built, is seen at the
right over the heads of lolling
spectators.
Her finger was on the trigger and she was all set to pull it.
the power wire, the only thing Doolin could do would be to go to court.
John Doolin didn’t have any money to pay for long years of litigation so
he beat it for home, resolved to keep the company off his premises.
There, sticking up in the lawn, was a nice new pole that had
been put up while he was in the city.
John sawed the pole half way through. Then he borrowed a
rifle and ammunition from a neighbor.
A few days later, on a bright June morning in 1903, a policeman
appeared with a warrant charging John Doolin with destroying public
property. John marched away with the law, leaving three children cry
ing, a wife on the verge of it.
No sooner was John Doolin out of sight than a crew of workmen
swarmed on the place and began digging so furiously you would think
they were being paid a dollar a shovelfull. Was little Mrs. Doolin going
to let them get away with it? Up to the attic she hurried. There, for
getting she shivered at the very sight of a firearm, she took from the
wall a shotgun that had hung undisturbed for many years.
With her children clinging to her and crying again, she
opened the window shutters, and rested the ancient fowling piece
on the sill. Then, in a cold fury, she called down to the working
men:
“Throw down your tools or I’ll shoot!”
They stopped working and began to kid her.
Foreman Orders Men to Take Gun From Her.
Then one bully, who appeared to be the foreman, ordered: “Come
on, guys, let’s go up and take it away from her.” Mrs. Doolin leaned
a little farther out of the window and lifted the rusty shotgun.
“The first man who takes a step toward my house gets shot,” she
called. “Now all of you drop your tools or I’ll start shooting.”
And boys and girls, Mrs. Doolin meant exactly what she said.
She was a determined mother, protecting her home and babies
in the absence of her husband. Of course, she thought the gun
wasn’t loaded, but her finger was on the trigger and she was all
set to pull it if any one of those men made a move in the di
rection of the house. But their tools went down.
The workmen sensed this was real drama, not a comedy, and they
became sober. One spoke up to say the company had sent them there
to rush up a couple of poles. Plucky Mrs. Doolin then explained to them
that they were on her property, that the company had not asked per*
mission to use it nor offered to pay for it.
Well, sir, when those men got the low down on the proposi
tion they took off their hats and cheered. “You win, lady, you’re
a game guy,” they told her. “We aren’t doing any more digging
until you get a square deal.”
With that they picked up their tools and went to town. Mrs. Doolin
had won her battle, but would the men be back tomorrow? Would the
company have her arrested for threatening its workmen? And what had
become of her husband?
Officials Refuse to Prosecute Doolin.
Pondering these questions, Mrs. Doolin went to the door and
was overjoyed to see her husband coming up the walk. He hadn’t
been in jail at all. The policeman had taken him before a justice
of the peace, but no one in the courtroom was willing to prosecute
him. He thought he understood why he had been taken away
on a charge no one would press when Mrs. Doolin told him the
men had been back. But when she told him how she had pointed
the shotgun at them and really intended to pull the trigger, he
felt a little faint. For that old gun was loaded!
Well, there was one thing about the old-fashioned corporation, it
always knew when it was licked. The very next morning the worries
of the Doolin family were over. Right after breakfast two suave lawyers
called to say how sorry they were it had happened. There had been
a mistake. The company was willing to pay a good price for the land.
And they paid, right on the line, thanks to the little woman who didn’t
know when she was licked.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Odd Book Operations
Some unusual operations are per
formed on ancient books and manu
scripts in a special laboratory at
Moscow. Two thousand Chinese
scrolls taken there for treatment
were moldy and partly stuck togeth
er, and of fragile paper. An elec
trical table was made for them, and
by charging them to a high poten
tial with static electricity they were
opened up successfully.
Turkish Chrome Ore
Chrome ore, source of chromium,
is important among the mineral re
sources of modern Turkey. Discov
ered in 1848 by J. Lawrence Smith,
an American, the history of its ex
ploitation was indefinite until the
rise of the present government. Un
der the vigorous action of the Repub
lican regime, production has grown
from practically nothing in 1923 to
over 200,000 tons in 1938.
A President’s Attendance Caused
Flurry of Excitement in Church
One Sunday during the summer
<4 1917 the President suggested
that we drive quietly over to Vir
ginia and attend the service at the
Pohick church, which was the
place of worship of George Wash
ington. When we arrived, the lit
tle edifice was well filled. Mr.
Wilson, my brother Randolph and
I were escorted to the Washington
pew, given prayer books and left
to ourselves. The service over,
we were accompanied to the door
by a member of the vestry and
permitted to depart without any of
the crowding about which usually
attends the appearance of a Presi
dent in public. Also I was im
pressed by the large congregation,
for it was raining.
Afterwards Mr. Jervis, one of
the secret service men, asked:
‘M” for Noon
According to the United States
Naval Observatory 12:00 M is al
most universally used to desig
nate 12:00 o’clock noon. M in this
connection is an abbreviation of
“Meridiem,” the accusative of the
Latin “meridies,” meaning mid
day.
“May I tell you a story?” This
is the story:
Knowing our plans, Mr. Jervis
had reached the church at 9:30,
finding it closed and not a soul
about. At the nearest house he
inquired whether there was to be
a service. The man did not know,
but said that the preacher was
holding Sunday school at his own
home and that Jervis might in
quire of him. At the minister’s
house Mr. Jervis found a young
man instructing a group of bare
foot girls and boys. Jervis asked
the man whether there would be
a service at the church, because
the President had intended to
come. “The President of what?”
asked the clergyman. “Of the
United States,” replied Jervis.
The minister looked at his caller
sorrowfully. “Young man, are
you ill?” he asked.
Jervis showed his badge, adding
that the President and Mrs. Wil
son were due in an hour. The
minister clapped his hands. “Chil
dren, Sunday school is dismissed.
All of you run home and tell your
fathers and mothers the President
is coming to church and I want
a good congregation to welcome
him.” Then he turned to Jervis.
Wise and Otherwise
If your garden ia fooling yon, give
it a few diga in return.
Women can give everything with a
smile and take everything back with
a tear.
Every dog baa hia day, aaya the
proverb. And, judging by the row in
my back garden, every eat baa her
knight.
“Parents are often a hindrance Us
children in a career," says a judge.
Perhaps—but the children could
hardly start a career without them.
A aeaside worker tella me he eeta
12.50 a day for picking up litter. A
tidy aum?
Did the guy who aaid “honesty ia
the best policy” ever try telling the
boss what he really thought of him?
Hank says his wife’s new diet has
fairly took her breadth away!
“Young man, I must shave. You
run over to the church and
tell the sexton to ring the bell—
vigorously.” At the church Jervis
found the old sexton opening the
door. He gave the minister’s mes
sage. The sexton’s mouth stood
open for a minute. Then he said:
“Here, you ring that bell. It’s
just outside in a tree. I got to go
home and shave.”—Edith Bolling
Wilson in The Saturday Evening
Post.
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